"Full of vexation come I, with complaint/ Against my child, my daughter Hermia" (I.i.23-24).

"But I beseech your Grace that I may know/ The worst that may befall me in this case,/ If I refuse to wed Demetrius" (I.i.64-66).

"Demetrius, I'll avouch it to his head,/ Made love to Nedar's daughter, Helena,/ And won her soul; and she, sweet lady, dotes,/ Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry,/ Upon this spotted and inconstant man" (I.i.108-112).

"I have a widow aunt, a dowager/ Of great revenue, and she hath no child:/ From Athens is her house remote seven leagues;/ And she respects me as her only son" (I.i.159-162).

"Farewell, sweet playfellow; pray thou for us,/ And good luck grant thee thy Demetrius!" (I.i.225-226).

"For ere Demetrius look'd on Hermia's eyne,/ He hail'd down oaths that he was only mine;/ And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt,/ So he dissolv'd, and showers of oaths did melt" (I.i.247-250).

"Marry, our play is, The Most Lamentable Comedy and Most Cruel Death of Pyramus and Thisbe" (I.ii.11-12).

"Nay, faith, let not me play a woman; I have a beard coming" (I.ii.42).

"Have you the lion's part written? Pray you, if it be,/ give it me, for I am slow of study" (I.ii.61-62).

"Let me play the lion too. I will roar that I will do/ any man's heart good to hear me; I will roar, that I will/ make the duke say 'Let him roar again, let him roar again'" (I.ii.65-67).

"The king doth keep his revels here tonight;/ Take heed the queen come not within his sight;/ For Oberon is passing fell and wrath" (II.i.18-20).

"Set your heart at rest;/ The fairy land buys not the child of me./ His mother was a votaress of my order;/ And, in the spiced Indian air, by night,/ Full often hath she gossip'd by my side;" (II.i.123-127).

"Give me that boy, and I will go with thee" (II.i.145).

"Fetch me that flower, the herb I show'd thee once./ The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids laid/ Will make or man or woman madly dote/ Upon the next live creature that it sees" (II.i.172-175).

"Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair?/ Or, rather, do I not in plainest truth/ Tell you I do not nor I cannot love you? (II.i.203-205).

"Your virtue is my privilege. For that/ It is not night when I do see your face,/ Therefore I think I am not in the night;/ Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company,/ For you, in my respect, are all the world" (II.i.224-228).

"What thou seest when thou dost wake,/ Do it for thy true-love take;/ Love and languish for his sake./ Be it ounce, or cat, or bear,/ Pard, or boar with bristled hair,/ In thy eye that shall appear/ When thou wakest, it is thy dear./ Wake when some vile thing is near" (II.i,28-35).

"One turf shall serve as pillow for us both;/ One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth" (II.i.42-43).

"Lie further off, in human modesty;/ Such separation as may well be said/ Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid,/ So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend" (II.i.58-61).

"Through the forest have I gone,/ But Athenian found I none,/ On whose eyes I might approve/ This flower's force in stirring love" (II.i.67-69).

"Happy is Hermia,/ wheresoe'er she lies,/ For she hath blessed and attractive eyes./ How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt tears;/ If so, my eyes are oftn'r wash'd than hers" (II.i.,90-93).

"And run through fire I will for thy sweet/ sake. Transparent Helena! Nature shows are,/ That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart./ Where is Demetrius? O, how fit a word/ Is that vile name to perish on my sword!" (II.i.105-108).

"Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born?/ When at your hands did I deserve this scorn?" (II.ii.125-126).

"Help me, Lysander, help me; do they best/ To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast./ Ay me, for pity! What a dream was here!" (II.ii.147-149).

"For you, fair Hermia, look you arm yourself/ To fit your father's will,/ Or else the law of Athens yields you up--/ Which by no means we may extenuate -- / To death, or to a vow of single life" I.i.119-123).

"An I may hide my face, let me play Thisbe too. I'll/ speak in a monstrous little voice: 'Thisne, Thisne!' / 'Ah Pyramus, my lover dear! Thy Thisbe/ dear, and lady dear!" (I.ii.46-49).

"How canst thou thus, for shame, Titania,/ Glance at my credit with Hippolyta,/ Knowing I know thy love to Theseus?" (II.i.75-77).

"I love thee not, therefore pursue me not./ Where is Lysander and fair Hermia?/ The one I'll slay, the other slayeth me" (II.i.192-194).

"Come now, a roundel and a fairy song;/ Then, for the third part of a minute, hence:/ Some to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds;/ Some war with rere-mice for their leathern wings,/ To make my small elves coats; and some keep back/ The clamorous owl that nightly hoots and wonders/ At our quaint spirits. Sing me now asleep;" (II.ii. 1-9).